The roach was running in the kitchen. It felt a dark shadow covering its body. Then it understood what it was going to happen. It ran and ran. The shoe sole fell on it. A whitish substance mixed with broken pieces of the cockroach’s black armor stayed on the floor.
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viernes, 24 de agosto de 2012
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